I respect teachers, I love teachers, and I want to be a teacher. I am a middle school teacher now, and my understanding and love for teachers is the most convincing. From primary school to university, from home to outside, from inside to outside, I have experienced many teachers.
They have the same characteristics: persistence in love, shaping the soul and creating beauty. Almost every teacher who has taught me deserves my respect, and the most worthy of my respect is Mr. Liu Chengfeng, the head teacher of normal school.
As soon as I entered the normal school, the first teacher I met was a young, tall, fit and beautiful female teacher. She is the head teacher of our class 865. Teacher Liu was assigned to high flyers from the Chinese Department of the University two years ago to take our two courses, Language Basis and Selected Works.
Her lectures are very distinctive, and her pure and sweet mezzo-soprano is often used to give us model reading of American literature in class. Standard pronunciation, elegant timbre and charming artistic conception often bring us into a wonderful realm, which makes people daydream. My Mandarin learning can be said to have started from her.
Besides studying, she also cares about me. She looked at me carefully and made me a cadre in the class. She found that I have a strong sense of responsibility and recommended me to hold an important position in the student union; She found that I like calligraphy and seal cutting, and created opportunities for me to exercise more, practice more and participate more.
She said that I had a good smile, a good image and beautiful handwriting, but I was a little shy and not brave enough. She asked me to learn from each other and work hard to improve. I secretly made up my mind to silently remember the teacher's words and do everything well.
Since then, with the care and help of Mr. Liu, I have made rapid progress and won many honors for my class, school and myself. In the second half of the second grade, Teacher Liu became a mother.
She was replaced by a male teacher. Although he is also excellent, my gratitude and love for Mr. Liu is hard to erase. To tell the truth, in the early days of my thirst for knowledge and demanding progress, she was undoubtedly an amiable, lovely and respectable tall and beautiful image deeply imprinted in my heart.
My present teaching style, dealing with people, words and deeds all have her shadow. I want to pass on her good side to my next generation.
"Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts". The teacher's responsibility may be to hand over the essence of our 5,000-year civilization, so as to better revitalize our China.
The year I graduated, my teacher was transferred to another city. Now, although we are thousands of miles apart, my love for Miss Liu will never stop. She is the person I respect most.
One of my most respected teachers is an industrious gardener, an engineer of human soul, who feeds us with sweat. I have met many teachers since I was sensible, but what I respect most is my second-grade head teacher, Miss Yang.
When I was in the second grade, my family was still decorating my house. My father works in other places, and my mother is busy decorating at work. I have no time to take care of myself. I often stay out late and go home. Homework is too sloppy, and grades have plummeted. Teacher Yang called my mother and asked her to spend more time in charge of my study.
She also called her office and told me to study hard and not to be playful. With the help of my teacher and mother, my grades have risen rapidly. Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination is 98, and math 100.
Another time, it rained heavily. After school, the students were picked up one by one by their parents.
I was the only one standing alone in the corridor waiting for my mother to pick me up. At this moment, Miss Yang came down from the office. She took an umbrella and said, "Zhou Jiawei, let me take you home!" " "On the way, Miss Yang walked to my side with an umbrella. I saw the teacher half exposed outside the umbrella and said, "Miss Yang, you will get sick like this. "
"It doesn't matter." The teacher said.
Later, Teacher Yang asked me again: "Did you understand the recent text? If you don't understand, you can always ask me. " I said, "I understand."
On the way, mom came. My mother gave me an umbrella and said to the teacher, "Miss Yang, come and sit in my house for a while!" " ""No, I have a lot of things to do. " Say that finish, she disappeared in the rain curtain.
Now, whenever I mention my teacher, I always think that I once had such a respectable teacher. Praise the teacher's poem: Teacher, you have worked hard! Who-who led us into the spacious classroom and taught us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who-who educated naughty us into understanding and helpful people? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! Teachers' Day Poems-How many years of seasonal cycles the teacher praises, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many seasons, how many years you are the red candle that burns bright life, how much blood and sweat you have paid, and how much you are spreading the fire of wisdom with your true feelings.
Just like the spring silkworm dedicated her life's loyalty, just like the winter plum sang the song of early spring. How many invisible nights, how many bright lights, there is a figure in front of your desk in the long night, you add hair in your hair, you laugh on the three-foot platform, and you shorten the distance between hearts with your love.
You are the sunshine that melts the cold ice and snow, and you are the guide that leads people out of the maze of science. Ah! Glorious teachers and hardworking gardeners! The fragrance of peaches and plums is your joy, silently dedicating your selfless heart.
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2. Write a 150 word composition in my composition: my teacher 150 word composition.
When I was nine years old, I heard my mother say, "The teacher is just a guide, leading us into the door of knowledge. We learn from the teacher, and the next exercise lies in the individual. "
My teacher's surname is Liang and her name is Liang Kaiping. He is the head teacher of our class. He is not tall, but he is also angry, energetic and has a straight nose.
Our teacher is very kind. Once, when the teacher was in class, a classmate deserted and was found by the teacher, but the teacher just said kindly, "Please put things away."
This is our teacher. In class, he is amiable, and the rest of the time, he keeps his word.
My teacher, you are really a good teacher in our hearts.
3. Write a composition that teachers love their jobs, love students and contribute to teachers. My teacher Zhang Zhiyi is thirty years old this year. She is very tall, wears glasses, has bright eyes, has hedgehog-like hair on her head, has a big mouth and speaks seriously. Being amiable, even if everyone plays around the teacher, the teacher will not get angry. He is the most popular person in our class.
The teacher's discipline is very special, that is, let us study in a happy atmosphere. We often talk and laugh in class, but if everyone is too excited, the teacher will turn against each other faster than turning pages, and immediately stop everyone from making noise. For example, "sometimes in Chinese class, the teacher will tell jokes about the text." Also, when we were reading aloud, the teacher deliberately pronounced a disgusting tone, which made some people in the class pretend to vomit and some people laughed. "
The teacher takes special care of me. Although I learn quickly and understand quickly, I often quarrel with my classmates because of some trivial things. I am ashamed that every time I quarrel with my teacher in class, it not only annoys the teacher, but also affects the students who want to listen carefully. The teacher not only didn't scold me, but also patiently advised me to correct it.
The teacher took care of me and encouraged me. I'm really touched. He patiently taught me when I was wrong, and patiently encouraged me when I was angry. Although he is only a primary school teacher, he is the best and greatest teacher in the world in my heart.
Writing a teacher's composition was cultivated by many teachers in my primary school days. Only the Chinese teacher who taught me the fifth grade impressed me the most. She is our teacher Cheng.
I remember when I first entered this school, I was the first in the exam and didn't do well in it. I thought, alas! There is no hope to enter this school, but Mr. Cheng accepted me as a weak seedling without wind and rain. Teacher Cheng also explained to me what I didn't understand until I understood. Since then, Mr. Cheng has left me with the first impression-serious and responsible work.
Because I just came here, my grades will not improve for a while. I didn't do well in an exam and cried like a flood. At this time, Teacher Cheng held out a warm hand and said, "Xiaohong, don't lose heart. After all, you just came here, and your foundation is not solid. I can help you. " I looked at Mr. Cheng and nodded. In the later time, the teacher devoted all his energy to me, and I also had self-knowledge and studied hard. Finally, in the second exam, I won the fourth place in the county. I was very excited when I went on stage to receive the award! I can't help thinking: How much effort and sweat has the teacher put into this award? A tear or two dripped on skirts and awards. At this moment, I looked at the teacher and the teacher nodded. At this moment, the teacher left a second impression in my mind-affable.
Ah! Chinese teacher, you are like a leaf, yellow and green in early spring and colorful in late autumn. Although the dead leaves are yellow and swaying, there is still green hope in the veins, even if they turn into spring mud to protect flowers, they have no regrets. You are the messenger of flowers! If I am a seedling, you are spring; If I am a leaf, you are a leaf.
Ah! Dear Chinese teacher, you are very kind to me, and I love you!
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5. My teacher wrote a composition "Thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son". Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "It is great to give birth to my mother, and the teachers and mothers who also pass on my knowledge are even greater. There is such a commendable teacher and mother in innovation.
She has good facial features and elegant manners, with black and yellow hair hanging over her shoulders. It's very nice to be able to speak fluent Mandarin with one mouth. That beautiful chalk word is pleasing to the eye.
When I first started to innovate, she was the head teacher of my fourth grade. We are a group of wild children. When we first arrived, we made mistakes every day. We didn't attend class, quarreled after class, talked before going to bed, and didn't finish our homework in time. Academic performance is not as good as one. However, she didn't blame us. She always smiled and patiently reasoned with us and told us stories learned by Wang Xizhi and others. But at that time, we didn't understand her hope for us.
Until one day, something like this happened and changed my attitude towards learning, which I will never forget.
In the class that morning, she asked us to go to her for endorsement one by one. I was sitting in my seat reading a book, and suddenly I felt bored, and then I felt that I had a fever. I didn't tell the teacher, thinking that it might be all right after a while. But gradually I felt as if I couldn't hold on, and then I lost consciousness. After a while, I thought I heard someone calling my name in a hurry. I opened my eyes slightly. It's her! She hugged me and cried as she walked.
Holding my name and lying in her arms, I feel very warm. Looking at her sweating, I whispered, "teacher, put me down quickly, I can do it!" " "Hearing this, she said with a frown," that won't do. You are too ill to leave. " She quickened her pace as she spoke. When I woke up again, I was already in hospital. Didi, looking around, I saw that kind smile again. "It's okay, you have some anemia, now, have a good sleep! I'm here! "After listening to her words, I nodded gently.
What a good teacher! She is the representative of all innovative teachers, and so is every innovative teacher. They educate us with love. Under their careful education, I have won scholarships for many times in a row, and the academic performance of the original group of "wild children" is getting better and better. Here, on behalf of this group of "wild children", I say to you: Thank you, dear teachers! You have worked hard!
6. Describe the feeling of the composition teacher. Life is a long road. Inadvertently looking back, I found that it was long gone, leaving only infinite love and nostalgia.
Teachers' love is an eternal topic for human beings. It is like a wisp of mellow fragrance, wrapped around students' hearts, singing silently and echoing in students' hearts ... No matter how far we have gone, when we suddenly look back, the teacher's deep affection will always stand, making us steadfast and warm ... The rain outside the window keeps falling, looking up at the dark sky, and our thoughts drift back to that rainy day. At that time, I was addicted to the internet and liked to find myself in the virtual space.
That day, I didn't ask the teacher for leave, and I ran to the internet cafe near the school without authorization. Time passed in a hurry, and in the evening, I walked out of the Internet cafe wearily.
The street lamp stretched my shadow and paved the way home. In a trance, there is an anxious shadow ahead, in a flurry.
Suddenly, she stopped, and the next second, she ran to me. "Teacher", I shouted nervously.
"Tell the teacher, son," she paused. "Where did you go today? Is something wrong? Looking at her anxious eyes, I whispered in shame, "I ... have nothing to do, so I went to the internet cafe." "I'm too ashamed to look up.
The teacher froze, raised his hand, but never put it down and stopped in mid-air. "Son, do you know how anxious people around you are when you don't attend class one day? It's raining hard, and my classmates are looking for you everywhere, and my parents are more worried.
You are so ignorant and irresponsible that so many people who love and care about you are anxious and worried about you! "The teacher's hair was wet with rain, and a drop of rain beads flowed down from the hair tip. That hoarse voice must have found me by shouting dumb.
A tear of regret rolled down my cheek with the rain. "Son, the Internet is very attractive, but remember that enough is enough.
Your parents have done so much for you, you must repay them well. You have your own future, don't regret it because you are naughty now! "I nodded heavily, giving myself and the teacher a promise.
Warm hands patted me on the shoulder and sent me home. It's still raining, but my heart is warmed by someone.
How much I want to tell my teacher that I am very grateful to her and thank her for her care on that rainy day. Because of her, I no longer degenerate, and I know how to manage every day and my future with my heart.
"The silkworm will weave until it dies in spring, and the candle will dry the wick every night" is the most beautiful hymn dedicated to you for thousands of years! Poetry is sung over and over again in the rain. Teacher, have you ever heard that ... teachers are like mountains, but my heart remains the same.
7. Dedication and Dedication of High School Composition During this period, I saw many advanced deeds of Teacher Wu Shaoping from newspapers, books and the Internet. Teacher Wu Shaoping has been watering the children's growth with maternal love and sweat for 27 years, and devoted all her time and energy to her beloved preschool education.
In fact, there are many teachers around me who love their work and life as children, such as Mr. Sun, the head teacher of our class.
Teacher Sun, you have been teaching our class since the second grade. Although it is only a short year and a half, your care and love for us have been poured into every minute of every day.
It is your patient teaching that makes us grow up happily. I remember when you first took over our class, we were still so naughty that many bad habits formed in kindergarten could not be changed. You taught us from bit by bit, from classroom discipline to desktop hygiene, so that we gradually developed good study and living habits and became a real primary school student.
It is your gentle and kind encouragement that makes us grow up bravely. In the second grade, many students were afraid to speak in class. You always say: don't be afraid, answer bravely, it doesn't matter if you answer wrong! And constantly encourage us with a kind smile and kind eyes. With your encouragement, the students finally bravely raised their hands.
It is your equal education that makes us grow together. There are several poor students in our class. Some students' ability is obviously lower than other students', and their grades are in the bottom of the same grade. Some students are notorious in the whole school for being naughty. These students have not delayed your class, nor have they caused you too much trouble. However, you treat these students equally, always full of hope, patiently and meticulously educate and coach them, and promote the development of each student at different levels. Now, under your education, these students have made great progress, and their progress is bought with your sweat!
It is you who wholeheartedly cultivate our multi-faceted growth. Since the second grade, you have set up a reading corner in your class to carry out reading exchange activities among your classmates, so that we can pay attention to the accumulation of good words, sentences and famous sayings and cultivate our habit of loving reading and reading good books. You also took us to many activities organized by the school, cultivated our other hobbies, and let us learn a lot of knowledge outside of books.
Teacher Sun, you have done so much for us and worked so hard for us. I want to say thank you to you and all the teachers who have taught me! I want to repay you with practical actions!
8. Writing a teacher's serious and responsible composition There is an amiable teacher. Her surname is Li. She is the director of my office. She is a good teacher who teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. He is a caring, amiable and conscientious teacher. 9 th composition network
Miss Li has short black hair, small talking eyes and a thin cherry mouth.
Miss Li is nagging and impatient, but we still like her very much. In the morning, as soon as she came to school, the first thing she did was supervise us to clean the carport. If she finds some classmates lazy, she will go to him at once. ...
Mr. Li also has a pair of talking eyes. In an open class, Miss Li asked me to answer a question. I'm afraid I won't speak. Mr. Li's eyes turned to me as if to say, "Don't be nervous, you can do it!" " ……"
Another time, I suddenly had a stomachache during class. I raised my hand to tell you that you immediately asked Jia to help me to the infirmary.
Miss Li, I am here to say to you on behalf of the whole class: "Miss Li, you have worked hard!" " "You brought my ignorant little doll to a fourth-grade pupil. You taught me "a·o·e". You care about me and take care of me like a mother. How can I forget these kindness? I want to repay you with excellent results!
This is my good teacher, who teaches students in accordance with their aptitude!
The second article
A conscientious and responsible teacher
A teacher is a good teacher if he cares about his classmates and walks with them.
A teacher is a good teacher who does his best in his work and solves problems for his classmates everywhere.
A teacher is a good teacher. In the face of great disasters, he gives students a chance to survive.
As parents of students, I only hope that their teachers are serious and responsible in class, care about their children sincerely, and occasionally bring some humor to alleviate some "accidents" in class, so that students can be convinced. This is my idea of a good teacher.
Here I want to talk about my child's Chinese teacher-Miss Zhao. He is a teacher and a father, and his daughter is as old as my child. On one occasion, Mr. Zhao helped students review in class. I thought it was getting late, so I went to school to pick up the children. It was completely dark that day, so I complained, "What if the students are not allowed to go home so late and the children are hungry?" ?
But when I was about to go upstairs to look for a child, I saw a little girl staring blankly on the stairs. I went upstairs without asking more questions. Later, I told my children about it. The child said that it was the daughter of their teacher Zhao. After hearing this, all the grievances in his heart disappeared, and he felt very guilty: as a teacher and father, he first thought of the students, but as the parents of the students, he sometimes could not understand them. You really shouldn't.
In my opinion, Miss Zhao is a qualified and good teacher, who not only cares about students, but also does not condone them.
Since Mr. Zhao took over the children's class, he has asked the students to keep a diary once a week as long as they are not nervous about their studies. When writing a diary, some students will inevitably copy the teacher's homework because of insufficient subject matter or lazy thinking. However, some teachers just "laugh it off" in the face of this problem, completely ignore it and turn a blind eye. If nothing happens, students will feel that it is very effective to fish in troubled waters. This kind of copying will change from copying composition to copying homework, which will eventually lead to the overall decline of teachers' teaching quality. Student? Teacher? If you ask me, the responsibility of students accounts for 40%, and the remaining 60% is the responsibility of teachers. Although it is said that everything can't be pushed to the teacher, sometimes because of the teacher's momentary negligence or connivance, it will become a lifelong regret!
However, Mr. Zhao did not indulge the students, but "singled them out" one by one, taught them, reprimanded them and solved them with minor punishment, so that teachers could easily solve problems and students could easily recognize their mistakes and correct them. I deeply admire this.
For a time, my child was always depressed as soon as he came home, so I asked him what was wrong. He replied: "The tasks assigned by the teacher are always unfinished, which is very annoying!" I told him some polite truths at home. Perhaps the teacher also noticed his unusual behavior and communicated with him. After the child came home, I found that he was much happier and much worse than before. As the saying goes, the teacher is also a key to help students break the shackles of the mind and let the mind be released again. This is true and suitable for teachers!
The teacher in my heart, he is not a candle, he doesn't need to burn himself to illuminate others. He is not a silkworm, and he doesn't have to lay down his life by spinning silk. He is a person like you and me, who wants the life that most people want and what most people want. He just silently does his job and sticks to his post as a teacher, that's all! The century-long plan is education-oriented, and the education plan is teacher-oriented. With the deepening of China's educational reform, a large number of teachers' moral models, educational models and educational experts have emerged in China. A good teacher pays and gains, and gains the sincerity and desire of children, the enthusiasm and expectation of parents, the recognition and respect of society, and the fragrant spring of education.
Thank you, my beloved teacher!
I hope I can help you!
9. My teacher's 600-word composition shows that if I can fight the blue sky, you will give me wings to fly; If I am a warrior who breaks the waves, it is your power to make waves for me; If I am an immortal torch, you have given me the light of youth.
There are watery eyes under thick eyebrows, and the two dimples on her face make people feel that she is always smiling. She is our head teacher-Ceng Laoshi.
Once a teacher, always a father. Our students spend about two-thirds of their time in school. At school, the teacher filled me with knowledge and let me know the direction of life. . At school, teachers have given their love, precious time and spirit. Therefore, teachers give us as much knowledge and love as parents.
Honesty, health and firmness-this is the song you taught me to sing, and this is the life path you guided me to take.
"Who is it? who is it? Take my notebook? " The female students shouted loudly, and the students guessed with questioning eyes. "Jingle bells, Jingle bells." At the beginning of class, students told Ceng Laoshi that the book was missing. Ceng Laoshi said seriously, "Who found this female classmate's notebook?" The students are all talking about it. I thought to myself: Who inherited this classmate's memory? It's really good. Apparently, she lent me the notes. Stop! Isn't it such a broken book? What's so rare? Hum! I won't give it back to you! I turned my face to one side. The teacher gave me a look and said, "Let's have a rest after class!"
"Jingle bells, Jingle bells." Class is over. "Cai Qiaoling, wait in my office." The teacher said. "Report!" "Come on in." The teacher said, "Did you take the notebook?" "But, but, she lent it to me." I explained. The teacher said kindly, "I know you are excusable, but dishonesty is wrong." Please forgive her. " My face is red and hot. I said, "Yeah, yeah. I forgive her, I will return the notebook to her and explain it clearly. " After that, I rushed out of the office like an arrow, explained the reason to my classmates and said I was sorry.
On the journey of life, you enriched my thoughts, developed my intelligence and lit the light of hope for me. Thank you teacher! You made me understand sincerity.